Stoned on Chocolate

Yep, I’m thinking exactly what you think I’m thinking!

I went to SOMA with Margo and Jon.  For the uninitiated, SOMA is a  Chocolatemaker in  Toronto’s Distillery District.  What they serve?  SEX in cacao form.

Porn for foodies

It’s pretty much always an expedition verging on the indecent.  I frequently feel as if I’ve been caught having sex in public while enjoying SOMA’s delicacies,  and yet I revel in the exhibitionism of the act.  Today I had multiple mouthgasms – at least three of them.  The Bergamot, the Douglas Fir and the Passionfruit w/ Coconut truffles.  OH.  SWEET. MOTHER.  Not to mention the few spoonfuls of the salted caramel gelato that I stole from Jon that made me stop talking (quite the feat) for at least a good 30 seconds while I took the time to catch my breath.  Then, before I left, the Fleur de Sel Caramel…

Fleur de Sel Caramel is on the right… just remembering it right now… I need a sec…

 
This is chocolate that makes a girl clench… DEEP DOWN INSIDE.  If you’re not a chocolate person, you might not understand the thrill it poses, but for those of you who are…  and if you live ANYWHERE close to Toronto…  GO.  Savour each and every bite.  Sip water, or enjoy fruity gelato in between bites, to cleanse your palate before the next morsel has you falling to your knees calling the Chocolatier Master/Mistress, willing to sell your body for the next hit.  I’m not really even hyperbolizing here folks – it is THAT GOOD.

The three of us walked out, completely stoned on chocolate.  I could feel it behind my eyes, that dopey, post-sex, wanting to snuggle under the duvet until spring, kind of feeling.  I’ll warn you, it ain’t cheap, but it is totally worth it and gives a girl almost as much punch as the Hitachi Magic Wand.  Seriously.